"The Helix Station," he clarifies as he draws his lantern closer so he can unscrew the top and light the cigarette on the open flame. Because look that's just what you do here when you don't have a torch on hand - light your smokes on your own soul, or whatever the little light is. It was weird to him once, but now it's routine.
He has a draw from it, then continues. "Where the main portal is, the thing that started all this. When Solis was experimenting with it over a hundred years ago, the first world eaters found her and came through. The Helix Station is the research station that was built around it, though I don't know if that was before or after.
"Up until recently there were people living there who called themselves the Night Market. They'd come up and trade sometimes, and knew how to operate the portal to get specific things for us, like the newspapers I've got from home. But we lost contact with them a while ago. So, end of last month, I and a couple of others were out exploring to the southeast when we found the old radio tower. The spirit that hung out there is what got my arm and neck. Anyway, we were able to receive an emergency message from the Night Market that was repeating at the tower and it had instructions on how to automatically call up their submarines to the harbor so we can go down and see if we can help them. Sounds like their leader died, probably others. They think a world eater found them."
And it's absolute madness to go toward one of those, and he knows it. But this is their first real chance to learn about the creatures, and besides, he simply can't sit back and not try to help. It's just not who he is.
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He has a draw from it, then continues. "Where the main portal is, the thing that started all this. When Solis was experimenting with it over a hundred years ago, the first world eaters found her and came through. The Helix Station is the research station that was built around it, though I don't know if that was before or after.
"Up until recently there were people living there who called themselves the Night Market. They'd come up and trade sometimes, and knew how to operate the portal to get specific things for us, like the newspapers I've got from home. But we lost contact with them a while ago. So, end of last month, I and a couple of others were out exploring to the southeast when we found the old radio tower. The spirit that hung out there is what got my arm and neck. Anyway, we were able to receive an emergency message from the Night Market that was repeating at the tower and it had instructions on how to automatically call up their submarines to the harbor so we can go down and see if we can help them. Sounds like their leader died, probably others. They think a world eater found them."
And it's absolute madness to go toward one of those, and he knows it. But this is their first real chance to learn about the creatures, and besides, he simply can't sit back and not try to help. It's just not who he is.